we don't say swag no more we say swank
lost in his time i'm just tryna get it like a porsche in it's prime
these fake niggas sumblime
visual fortune but the price ain't quite right
the slice ain't quite ripe
still pulling strings how i fly but i don't like kites
how they gon' treat brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds?
surrounded by hard flow like icelands
and i don't like surprises
i like superb prices rising
it's the least i could do
rehearsing and bike in reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent
we all gon' die and until then we mobbing
closer to the know-ledge dropped out of college
in advance hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants
pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee mommy
disrespect my blood and it's an issue
she like this you on the cover for real? ah you so official."